Chapter 34
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Alejandro
There has never been a more glorious sight in this world than my wife right now. She’s lying on the bed, naked and freshly fucked, with my cum dripping from her pussy.
Anger flares hot in my chest when I think about what she overheard Michaela and Keira say earlier.
That two women who mean nothing to me made her feel so worthless would be laughable if she weren’t so upset by it.
But now she smiles at me and my rage subsides.
I made sure she knows that she is very much my type. My only type.
“Why am I completely naked and you’re still in your tux?”
“Because naked is how I like you.”
She stretches languidly. “Well, I really like you naked too.”
“Hmm. Pity you’re not in charge then, isn’t it? I have to make a few calls. Will you be okay?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure I can keep myself occupied.”
“Roll those eyes at me again, princesa, and you’ll feel my belt on your ass.”
“Ooh, kinky.” Giggling, she jumps out of bed and blows me a kiss on the way to the bathroom. I slap her ass as she passes.
Once inside, she pops her head back out again. “Oh my god! This bathtub is huge!”
“Why don’t you run yourself a bath and I’ll join you as soon as I’m done?”
“Sounds like a plan.” She disappears from view again but keeps talking to me. “This bathroom is bigger than my whole apartment back in New York. Oh my god, you have one of those showers that does the thunderstorm thing.”
I can’t help but smile to myself. Far from being a spoiled Manhattan princess, my wife is easily pleased by some of the simplest pleasures.
Twenty minutes later, I walk into the bathroom to see Alana lying back in the huge Jacuzzi tub with her eyes closed and a glass of champagne in hand.
She looks so peaceful and content that I almost feel guilty disturbing her. “Is there any of that champagne left for me?”
She opens her eyes and smiles. “Of course. I saved you a little.” She indicates the ice bucket on the side of the tub and the flute beside it.
I unzip my pants. “Can you pour while I undress?”
She does just that, and I take the glass from her and let out a contented sigh when I slide into the hot, bubbling water. I don’t use this thing nearly enough.
“This is some bathroom you have here,” she says with a smirk. “Now I get why you used to stay here so much.”
“Actually, I’ve hardly used this bath. The shower is fucking epic though.”
“You should get one for the house too.”
“The tub or the shower?”
“Both,” she offers.
“You don’t like the bathrooms at the house?” They are traditional and understated, I suppose. Giant roll-top baths and huge walk-in showers, but with none of the high-tech additions the hotel has.
“Actually, I love the bathrooms in the house. They’re beautiful and relaxing.”
“Well, now you can have the best of both worlds. We can stay here at the hotel any time you like.”
She squeaks, full of happiness and a world away from the sad, broken woman I found in my suite a few hours ago. “You mean, like I could just show up here one day while you’re working and decide we’re sleeping over?”
I imagine her knocking on my office door while I‘m dealing with one of the many problems that cross my desk on a daily basis. Her smile alone would make my fucking day. She could hang out in my suite, preferably naked, and wait for me to finish work. “Whenever you want, princesa.”
She downs the last of her champagne and places her glass to the side. Then she chews on her lower lip as she stares at me. “How many women have you had sex with in this bathtub?” she asks, a wicked grin on her face that I suspect is only partly due to the champagne.
I finish my own drink and place my empty glass next to hers. “None.”
“None? Really?”
“Zero.”
“But what’s the point of a huge bath like this if you don’t enjoy it?”
“I think you’re misunderstanding the nature of my previous relationships. They weren’t about Jacuzzi baths and champagne.”
Her eyes sparkle. Yes, a world away from the woman she was a few hours ago, and I couldn’t be happier about that. “What were they about then?”
I arch an eyebrow. “You really need to ask?”
“I just did.”
“They were about casual sex. Nothing more.”
“But this tub is built for sex,” she purrs, a flush creeping up her neck. “Isn’t it?”
“Come over here and we’ll see.”
She pushes her body through the water, and I pull her to straddle me, my cock already throbbing and nudging at her opening as I trail kisses up her neck. “I think you’re built for sex, Alana.”
She whimpers as I roll her hips over my cock. “What about your shower? Ever had sex in there?”
“Yeah, a few times,” I admit. “But I can guarantee I never enjoyed it as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking you in it tomorrow morning.”
Her pussy clenches on the tip of my cock. “You’ve got a filthy mouth.”
“So you keep telling me.”
She edges herself farther onto my cock and runs her fingers through my hair while she stares deep into my eyes. I feel like she’s trying to see into my soul, and if she stares at me much longer, I might just let her.
Instead, I flip her under me so she’s kneeling on the ledge and I’m directly behind her.
“Open wide, princesa,” I order, and she spreads her legs far apart.
My obedient wife. I dip my hand between her thighs and find her swollen clit.
Then I angle her body so one of the water jets is aimed directly at the tender bud of flesh, leaving my hands free to roam her body until I find her hard nipples.
I roll them between my thumb and finger.
“Alex,” she gasps.
I take the opportunity to slide my cock deep inside her. “Have I ever told you how much I love fucking you?”
“No,” she groans, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me with her hungry little squeezes.
“I can’t get enough of your tight little cono, and I’m going to use it whenever and wherever I want to, because it belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
She whimpers her agreement as I pound into her against the side of the tub while the Jacuzzi jet pummels her clit.
I carry on squeezing her breasts and tugging at her nipples while I speak to her in Spanish—telling her how much I need her and how I will never let her go because she is already everything to me.
Then I suck on the soft skin of her neck, and I’m rewarded a moment later with her climax. It crashes over her like a wave, and she roars my name when she finally lets go. The sound of her voice echoing around the bathroom and the feeling of her walls tightening around me tips me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I say in her ear as we catch our breath. “You were right. This tub was built for sex.”
“Told you.”
We were built for sex, and no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that was all we’d ever be, we’re clearly built for much more too. Alana Montoya has burned herself a home inside my ice-cold heart, and I never want her to leave.